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Bang Bang

King Sun

Black Tracks Classics

2005

can't get up	(2x)

[ VERSE 1 ]
I guess it all started when we was young
Lil' niggas runnin round with loaded waterguns
It was sort of fun, playin

I hold it down for my team
Fresh out me gotta here We took over the scene
So on point I'm the undying machine
I know you come close But I own

To the Lombardi victory
That's another ring
You know that's gotta sting
Wearing jesus bling
Cause he makes my heart sing
My skills never stop
Until I make it

Learn from my mistakes
You can't take pain
Think I'm insane
I'm rollin'
Take that shit throw it up
I'm blowin'
Within reach I'm closer
Gotta keep moving

and ah
It’s big T papa

You don’t gotta clap for a legend
You shut the fuck up homie standard attention
Soon as my name is mentioned
They throw me a couple

collee (collee)
(2x)

I can't sleep cause my God damn teach
Keeps assigning essays due at the end of each week
But little do he know I gotta show by

Just got chased by the cops, now I gotta go eat jollof
My lot send off the shots, you eat corn like Kelloggs
My lot lying in the field, you lot look

niggas got hammers
Brick by brick
Build it up then i add worth
Shorty wanna patch it up
This is not patchwerk
If she want the dick all she gotta do is ask

Back up on my shit, thought that you've already seen this
Homicide shit, imma kill it with a remix
Met up with your bitch, yeah she wild like

of each week
But little do he know I gotta show by the beach
Watching girls flash Wizzy way more than they teeth
They mad I'd rather learn flows then they

Uh
Ima star I ain't ducking no action
It's the remix
Ima star I ain't ducking no action
Look
I needa bigger bag then my last one (Check)
Money tall

SAID ABOUT ZAY
WHEN I HOPPED ON THE SCENE
AND STARTED BLOWING UP LIKE JULY 4TH
THEY WANT ME DEAD BY DAYLIGHT
SO I GOTTA MAKE SURE DAT THAT 3RD HOOK

Yeah whoop
This is the remix man
I go by the name of Nu Jerzey Devil
Oh! Fo sho'
It's your boy 4-6 man I'm out here with my boy Yurok
What up Smoke

Watchin' your moves, how the fuck you outdoin' me
See through the lies, cause you full of conspiracies
I know you hate it, but that's how it's gotta be
Ran

This song dropped Jae P hit my line like we gotta murk it
I told him twelve a.m. meet me there
In case you ain't notice by now, we been winning,

I gotta leave
This generation been corrupted by retarded ass kids
And I be disrespecting everybody

I keep it real when I shit 
On you like you was in

make the correlation
Right now I'm like fuck you fam ya guilty by association
You can't stop the train yea this ain't no negotiation
I've been holding

up on a ounce of that butter
had vision we made it to the top 
or I'm dreaming from lace soda pop 
gotta keep  grinding to the sqaud make it 
I know

It's that new age anthem, the two faced ransom
We making fly music so my rhymes stay handsome
I kick the beat down homie hit by the ankle
Burning

nuts and your saliva
Yeah, fresh wes swinging along, showbiz is on the remix
I'm bringing it on

Chorus [maestro fresh wes]
Yes yes y'all ( yes y'all)
I

a mind by openin bank accounts,
Deposit a 100 stacks, break up or take it out.
Baby dats a gift, maybe you could live,
I knew it wouldn't work, but I just

phillie
Tengo Mac haciendo pista
Todo el día en Phoenix
Im keeping it OG you just a remix
And I gotcha shorty
Calling me genius
I'm smoking on Venus
And I

man, if this gon' be your life

You gotta give everything you've ever had for it
And, nigga, don't I know that
Shit, don't I know that
Um, shout out

They say that 772 Love clear up yo dark clouds
I turn from Rags 2 Riches and I Ice you out
I like having you around, So I gotta put it down
Step into me